The setting sun descends in the west, crimson as blood.
Bathed in the golden beams across the sky, the bloodstained garments fluttered like ignorant dust, rising and falling.
Chen Yang held Mu Changdong in one hand, bones shattering, blood splattering.
Chen Yuanwu's five fingers, veins bulging, gently brushed over the blade.
No sound, the world was silent.
It was as if space and time were completely frozen at that moment.
Chen Yuanwu couldn't have anticipated, not even Mu Ying, whose eyes widened in astonishment.
Evidently, Chen Yang's thunderous means left everyone in utter shock.
Though the target of violence was Mu Changdong, wasn't this a clash with Chen Yuanwu just now?
"Save, save me..."
Mu Changdong struggled, twisting his body wildly, his face already turned an ashen purple, and with difficulty, he turned his head, shouting hysterically at Chen Yuanwu.
"You still think someone can save you?" Chen Yang squinted his eyes and said coolly.
Mu Changdong: "..."
